The Ones That Love Us Never Really Leave Us の小説・ストーリー

"Never leave me again" "Never. I shouldn't have left in the first place. I feel so stupid right now" Karen placed her head against mine. "Don't beat yourself up about it. Love makes us do stupid things" I grinned, the hurt in my chest lifting. "You're right about that." I took her hand in mine. "You're mine now Karen. I'm never going to let you go" She grinned. "Same here. You can never leave me" "Won't dream of it," I said, kissing her hand. "Thank you, Karen. Thank you for not giving up on me"

Mother, I held onto those nights for so long, only to find you had forgotten them long ago. Perhaps they had never seen parents so cold-blooded; the livestream chat was flooded with nothing but sympathy for me.

I said, "but Micah showed me that love is real, and I’ll never let go of it." And with that, we promised each other forever. We may not have known what the future held, but together, we would be just fine. The End.

I leaned in, resting my forehead gently against his. “I’m not like them,” I whispered. “I don’t leave people I love.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. Love. We both froze. But Levi didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned closer. “I don’t want you to leave,” he breathed. “Ever.” “I’ll always be by your side, Levi. I’m not leaving unless you want me to.” He exhaled shakily, his fingers tightening around mine. “I don’t think I ever will,” he said.

And that love, real love, is the choice you make every single day. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard. Forever. THE END

Have you met that person yet? They say not everyone finds their first love, so maybe we’re some of the lucky ones, even with all the heartache. Honestly, I never thought I could fall for someone so deeply. It sounds a little silly, doesn’t it? The idea that you could still be tied to one person, even after so many years. That a stranger who looks like them can still make your heart skip a beat, even a decade later. That the words you once wrote about them can still bring back butterflies on the most ordinary day. That remembering your time together can still ache, no matter how much time has passed. Is it too much?

“I just want you to focus on your work and make sure you don't get involved in any unnecessary trouble. Okay?” I nodded against his shoulder, my arms wrapped tightly around him. The room felt smaller all of a sudden, like the walls were closing in, suffocating me with the weight of all my emotions. “If you need anything, anything at all, you know you can always reach me,” he continued. “I love you very much, Lenore.” “I love you too, Dad,” I replied, in a low soft voice. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. I didn’t want to let go, didn’t want him to leave. But eventually, he pulled away and gave me a small, sad smile.

“Vivian has a bad temper, so I’m taking her on a one-week vacation to help her relax. Tell the doctor to postpone your surgery until I get back.” Whenever Vivian threw a tantrum, he would shower her with tens of thousands of dollars without hesitation. However, when it came to me, even his apology amounted to a pathetic fourteen dollars and three cents. He still tried to romanticize it, claiming that the amount did not matter. It was the thought that counted. Those numbers had special meanings and it was his special kind of love for me. I used to believe nonsense like that. However, now I understood — follow the money and one would find where the love really was.